DOMINANT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK ONE)

Too Far

Long ass chapter 3800+ words.

I'm warning you from now.

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CHAPTER 41- TOO FAR

After discarding my restraints, Johnattan takes me into his arms as I heave up a series of cries.

It's been an hour since the flashback and I am still in shock and crying nonstop. The fear I feel is unimaginable, my body shakes as if I'm a washing machine and my eyes water like Niagara Falls.

Johnattan wraps his arms around me as I sit in his lap my head against his chest. The rapid movement of my chest and the heaving sounds I make affect him as it does me. For every movement I make, he tenses and his discomfort is evident. He doesn't want to see me cry, he doesn't like to see me so vulnerable. Fragile. To him I am strong, funny, sassy and quite capable of taking care of myself but the memories of the past that haunt me breaks me and makes me vulnerable.

He touches my cheek and massages it in comfort. I acknowledge his touch but I don't react to it. My eyes close as tears steep through my lids and adorn my cheek in wet trails.

"Christina," he calls soothingly.

My heart reaches out to him b–but I can't manage an ounce of emotion – other than despair – right now. He wipes away my tears and plants a kiss on my cheek. My breath quickens and I relax – slightly.

I open my eyes but I dare not look into his. As much as I hate to say it I can't look him in his beautiful eyes because now – unwillingly – I have associated that night with him. If I look into his eyes I'll see Liam's and I'll be brought back to that night when I tried to fight for my right. B–But only failed and by failing became scarred in the most upsetting and tragic way.

"Christina, look at me please," he says as he pinches my chin.

I look down at the midnight blue sheets that is wrapped around my naked body as if it the most interesting thing in the world. My tears still fall and they make darker blue dots on the sheets in a haphazard pattern.

Who am I kidding?! There is nothing interesting about this sheet.

I slowly trail my eyes up his body admiring ever part of him. His soft sun kissed skin, his defined abdomen that I've kissed numerous times; his pecks that I've rested my head on night after night when I am tired from our moments of wild pleasure. His broad shoulders and slim neck, those two I can barely keep my lips off and my tongue has ravished them so many times before.

My eyes trail to his lips and I suck in a breath. Those soft, pink and expert lips which have claimed my mouth numerous times. Those lips with aid of his merciless tongue hidden behind them have made me succumb to their expertise as they pleasure the most sensitive parts of my body. Those lips that speak softly, loving and highly of me – most times. Those lips from which he said the words I have once feared "I love you".

My hand reaches up to touch his lips, at first he tenses but relaxes under my caress. My eyes stay glued to his lips as my hands move to his cheek.

His scar contrast with the smoothness of his skin but not by much. This scar symbolizes that he is a good man, a man who would risk his life for his sister against men that wants to exploit her. If we had met years before maybe we would have been different. Married, happy and I wouldn't have been scarred but we didn't and I am scarred.